Author has written 37 stories for General, Song, General, Friendship, Life, and Essay.

I'm keeping my previous profile below because it's just too cute. But having been "favorited" 13 years later and discovered that stuff I put on the Internet never dies, allow me to give you, poor soul who has somehow dug up my stuff, a current update: as of 2017, I just turned 30! So here's what I'm up to now:

I write a blog about the creative process and resilience against rejection and criticism, called the Rejection Survival Guide, which you fellow writers may enjoy.

My debut novel, By Light of Hidden Candles, is forthcoming from Kasva Press.

I've had my short fiction, poetry, and articles published in all kinds of Respectable Publications, like Reckoning, the Jewish Literary Journal, Pnima Magazine, blah blah blah. You can see some of my recent stuff at Daniella-Levy.com (look at me, all official and author-y with my own website and everything).

Hi. *waves enthusiastically* I'm Daniella and I'm 17. This may really surprise you, but I love to write. *shock* *horror* I started writing poetry in around second grade or something, so I guess you have to get SOMETHING relatively readable in ten years of, ahem, working on it. I only started writing poetry that seemed decent somehow around three years ago. Which just goes to prove...

I am working on getting my novel published, just like the next guy... in fact I've got two written and all set. Now all I need is an editor or agent who's had enough coffee this morning and is in a relatively good mood, who happens to be glancing at a query of mine...

I'm much too ambitious for my own good and have this tendency for juggling lessons or however it is you develop several skills at the same time (unfortunately... juggling is NOT one of my "talents"). I try my hand at piano and singing (Music and writing. My life in a nutshell), I love imitating and acting in general (my favorite pastime is imitating Jack Sparrow, though unfortunately my friends are so sick of it they'd sooner send me flying off a cliff into the Caribbean Sea than tolerate another "That's interesting..." from me...), and I'm constantly debating whether or not to take dancing lessons and try that out. Decisions, decisions. I'm a lamentable decision-maker.

I'm an American-Israeli, having "made aliyah" (immigrated to Israel) seven and a half years ago, when I was around ten years old. At first I hated it. Now I can't live anywhere else.

I have lots of friends on this site! Let's see. There's Jupgrrl, my crazy older sister who writes breathtaking poetry and bribes me into listening to her rant about her boyfriend/fiance by stuffing chocolate down my throat (not a bad exchange, really...); Minihaha, my beautiful and adorable close friend, to whom a few of my poems were written- I still haven't managed to convince her to post more poems, but I will! I will, I tell you!!!... There's Strongwind, another friend of mine who works very hard on keeping to herself about her problems, but gives me a glance at them through her beautiful writing; MagenDavid, the adorable girl who lives on the other side of my wall (we have a whole code of communication- hey Rose! Knock knock knock!); and the Happy-Platipus herself, a highly entertaining and amusingly philosophical human being, for whom the spelling of the word "platypus" is of no importance in comparison to the cosmic reasoning behind the creation of the universe.

"Why did I never tell her? Why did I never look deep into those beautiful eyes she thinks are so plain, and say to her, 'Joy, you are beautiful" My tribute to one of the most frustrating- and most rewarding- friendships of my life...

And sometimes I just feel so alone/And sometimes I feel like a forgotten waterfall,/Deep in the woods where the deer forget to roam,/Singing with all my might to the silence of a pristine/Darkness... Sometimes I just feel forgotten...

Why do I find myself wondering/If maybe I should just erase myself/Against the deep blue of the sky/So I don't block the sun for you/Anymore... sometimes I feel like my friends don't appreciate me for who I am...

"I never really understood Serenity. She was always a shimmering reflection of herself, a glimmer of soft blue light on the surface of the lake..." This is one of what I call my character study essays, in which I describe a glimpse of a person I know...

A collection of my thoughts... chapter 3: The Fall and Rise of Sunflower Philosophy. About my experiences this year and what I learned from them- about friendships, listening, and most importantly, myself.

Every human being judges others, whether by surface, which gives no information on the person, or by deep abilities, by which you can legitimately judge another. But in my opinion, there is one quality by which you can judge someone completely...

A story I wrote about a girl, who is based somewhat on myself, though exaggerated in both ways. I consider it one of the best pieces I've written... you'll see what I mean if you read the first paragraph. Anyway, it's about the storm beneath the sunray...

This a song, written to a different friend of mine, who is on a soul-searching quest at the moment. I wanted her to know that even when it's at my expense, I'll support her and be there for her. After I wrote it, I realized that this is not just to her...

I wrote this song for Minihaha (that's her pen name, not her real name...), a friend of mine who's been going through a rough time lately. Yesterday she was suddenly in a good mood, and I was so happy to see it I put it down into music and words...

This is my latest "hit single"... it's a song about maturing, growing up and accepting myself. Based on something that happened to me recently. Sorry about the way it's arranged, FP won't let me set it up normally... "Today, today" starts the chorus.

If anyone read that review I wrote for someone back there, a song about rain, here's that song I wrote on there. It's an ode to the blessing and the happiness I get around this time of year, first rain in the desert... written a year ago (at 14).

Here's a song written at 14, from a very different viewpoint... I was down (again) at the time, torn in guilt and feeling like I was a horrible person. I got a sign, though... a line... before you forgive others, you must forgive yourself.

After you listen to the news and you hear the same sad stories over and over again, soon you find yourself numb to them when at first you were very upset. Here's a song about turning ourselves into hearts of stone, to avoid the pain...

Here's my "timeless depressive" poem. When a poem is timeless, it means that every time I read it I marvel at it, no matter how much time has passed. I consider it the height of all my depressive poetry. Whoa, relax, it's not that bad! Written at 14.

Has an ordinary day ever been brightened by a sign? A little something that jumps out at you from everyday life, putting a smile on your face for a moment? This is an essay- I have nothing else to call it- on signs.

We all like to write depressive poetry, right? Here's a song looking at it from a different point of view- the friend of someone dealing with depression. Have you ever considered what your friends feel about it? Please read and review!

A song I improvised while just singing to myself, and the scary part is that it rhymes. It is talking about something specific in my life, but not something I'll share on the Internet... ;) Please read and review!